Hi, Honey. I’m home. I needed you in my camp today when my mom called to tell me off about sending the sugar-free Twizzlers to P. I know they still count as a carb, but I took a risk and mailed them. He called me when I was in a meeting. His little twangy voice breaks my heart. I don’t believe Oliver Sachs, that he sees us as “talking bags of water.” I needed your brainy, informed rationale to counteract my mom’s accusations that I acted irresponsibly, was going to cause a meltdown and the return of the big white mittens so he doesn’t bite his hand open. Can I have a massage? My shoulders are like wire cables. My ears are ringing. Let’s go for a run. It’s getting cool out in the evenings. Thanks, I like this skirt, too, but it got caught on the armrest on the train and stretched like a mile before I noticed and some guy unhooked me. It was funny, we had a good laugh. Wardrobe misfunction much? I’m sorry you had to deal with that idiot in court today. People deserve decent representation. You must be tired of being the only one in the room who did her homework. Do you have a lot of reading tonight? No? Let’s go to bed early. I’m still editing in my head, all the stuff I was working on today. Let’s slow down together. Let’s have watermelon for dinner. Oh, please don’t answer that. Can you call your Mom later? I need a hug. Thank you, thank you, thank you for letting it ring. You always come through. I can’t imagine coming home to anyone but you.
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